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How tuff pain is,

is depressing to hear

the rain drops pour down

on lonely houses with no hope, no light,

complete loneliness and pain,

how sad to hear

my people are the ones breathing in there,

as a man appears from the distance

dragging his feet,

carrying pain In his back,

as step he takes

his feet sink into those rocky dirt street roads,

that shows the path to his home,

how heavy is this suffering,

how much weight is pain,

on top a man leaves his pregnant wife

in order to come down those mountains

and into the bottom of the city,

that day is like any other day,

a day without tomorrow,

how sad the rain shows it voice

as he hits the sachet houses,

how sad to see the siblings of our future,

with no food, no clothes,

all the same scars no future in sight,

how sad this house can be,

hope passes very fast

in this town of loneliness and pain,

a world with no tomorrow,

starvation in sight, thats

why is sad to hear the rain drops,

how happy is for hunting dogs,

school for them, food for them,

they have a better life than this lonely souls,

the houses of nothing,

simply sachet on top there home,

the rain drops and drops,

no hope, no life, carton reflects there life,

pain after pain of life is drop on there back,

how much can they take, but still they walk,

but like carton,

they can take so much,

the home breaks apart, a whole on the roof,

water burst the house,

death is the only thing in path,

I am happy for you the neighbor might say,

because know you may rest,

will not cry but be glad,

there going somewhere better than this hell,

where starvation is the king,

houses falling apart,

kids dying for a piece of bread,

trash and bacteria, only companions,

thats why is so sad to hear the rain drops